[Intro] [four-on-the-floor, crowd clap, then heavy guitar] Hands up The lights are still doing their job [Verse 1] Hands in the air like the air isn't leaving Bodies in time like the floor isn't heating Keep the chorus cheap, keep the night photogenic If you watch the bulbs, you can miss the ending Smile through the shimmer, drink through the warning A good song can drown out a building transforming [Pre-Chorus] Don't look at the edges Look at the strobe If it still has a downbeat It isn't a funeral yet [Chorus] [ugly, gang shouts] Everything still looks like a party If you keep your eyes on the lights Everything still looks like a party If you never check the sides Dance on the heat, clap on the crack Call it a night while the night talks back Everything still looks like a party If you keep your eyes on the lights [Verse 2] [brighter vocal, burning crowd under it] The laugh track is us and the us is on fire We move like the camera is still being kind Somebody yells chorus, somebody sells water Somebody swears this is all in the design I count the hands that haven't noticed the roof A packed little heaven refusing the proof [Pre-Chorus] Don't look at the edges Look at the strobe If it still has a downbeat It isn't a funeral yet [Chorus] [ugly, gang shouts] Everything still looks like a party If you keep your eyes on the lights Everything still looks like a party If you never check the sides Dance on the heat, clap on the crack Call it a night while the night talks back Everything still looks like a party If you keep your eyes on the lights [Rap] [hooky, sarcastic, stripped dance beat] We choreographed the collapse and sold the footage as live If the night ends, that's a branding issue, not a fire Keep the hook sticky, keep the panic in time A crowd in denial is a perfect design Don't cut the lights, cut the part where we blink Hope looks expensive when you drown it in pink I came to confess and I stayed for the bounce The truth is a wallflower. The lie knows the count Keep the kick honest, keep the canvas in frame If the roof starts talking, we just raise the name Hands up high so the heat looks like praise A prayer with a drop and a slogan for days I sold the ending as an encore in gold Told security smile, let the story unfold Don't film the seams, film the sweat and the teeth Joy is a product if you package the grief Count the bodies moving like nothing is due The night is a brand and the brand is you I can rhyme over ruin and make it feel planned Call it a party while it dies in our hands If the morning comes knocking, we won't let it in Dawn is bad lighting for a beautiful sin Keep dancing, keep clapping, keep paying the sound The last good lie is the one that still pounds [Breakdown] [shouted over four-on-the-floor] Keep dancing Keep dancing Don't look left Don't look down [Final Chorus] [biggest, gang title shouts] Everything still looks like a party If you keep your eyes on the lights Everything still looks like a party If you never check the sides Dance on the heat, clap on the crack Call it a night while the night talks back Everything still looks like a party If you keep your eyes on the lights On the lights On the lights [Outro] [kick keeps going after the guitars die, then cut]
